A despondent Su Liunuan stood in front of a newspaper stall, reading the headline. “Heiress of the Beyond Era Advertising, Mo Feifei, finds her perfect match. She is now engaged to Mo Corporation's most promising executive.”
“Princess of the Beyond Era Advertising, Mo Feifei, will host an engagement banquet on 15th August at the Century Celebrity Hotel.”
With a gasp, her eyes welled up with tears and a wave of heart-wrenching pain gripped her. It felt as if her heart was being ripped apart mercilessly, so intense that she wanted to tear the throbbing organ from her chest and throw it away.
August 15th, isn’t that today?
The man in the picture, dressed in beige casual attire, looked so elegant and handsome. Yes, he was Su Liunuan's boyfriend or rather, an ex-boyfriend as of an hour ago, Du Chenxi.
Just an hour ago, Du Chenxi was sitting in the café down the street, telling her nonchalantly, "Liunuan, let's break up." And now, an hour later, she found out from the newspaper that he was getting engaged to the heiress of the Mo family, also his employer's daughter.
How laughable! They were getting engaged tonight and he only broke up with her in the afternoon. And that Mo Feifei, just returned from overseas three months ago! Du Chenxi, how fast you work!
In the newspaper, the man beamed affectionately, his familiar handsome face juxtaposed next to a woman exuding elegance and high status.
The headline mocked Su Liunuan's six-year-long relationship, but she wouldn’t cry.
He was unworthy of her tears.
Her hand holding the newspaper clenched tight, oblivious to her own nails digging into her skin. They were the physical manifestations of her inner fury and humiliating heartbreak.
Du Chenxi’s smiling face on the newspaper felt like a stabbing blade, tears blurred her vision. With whatever energy she had left, she leaned on a pillar in front of the stall.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps could be heard in the distance. A voice filled with rage yelled, "You despicable woman, did you steal money from home to squander on your gigolo? I will kill you!"
Su Liunuan instinctively glanced to her left, a cold sweat broke out as she saw a middle-aged man wielding a vegetable knife, chasing after a woman in her thirties!
Before she knew it, the woman had run behind Su Liunuan, panting heavily.
"Save me! My husband has gone mad, he is going to kill me!" The woman's face is as pale as white, clutching onto Su Liunuan as if she is a lifesaving straw at sea. The man's hand was trembling as he held the knife, trying hard to pull the woman behind Su Liunuan out. Yet, the woman pulled on Su Liunuan's clothes so tightly, forcing her into a passive stance. She did not want to get involved in this mess, especially when the man's knife looked like it could slash across her face at any moment.
"Hang on, sir, calm down!" Su Liunuan tried to remain composed as she said this.
"Calm down! How can you expect me to calm down? Damn it, this bitch has made me a cuckold! I will kill her today!"The man screamed with red eyes, gritting his teeth, grabbing the woman's clothes and pulling her forward.
"Ahh! Let me go!" The woman yelled, but she still clung desperately to Su Liunuan's clothes.
The situation quickly descended into chaos.
Suddenly, a fearsome and dominant Knight 15 motorcycle abruptly stopped. An impressively brave man in military uniform stepped forwards, swiftly shielding Su Liunuan behind him and quickly seized the hand of the man with the knife, forcing the man to drop his knife with a strong flick.
Once the knife had dropped, the situation was much easier to deal with. Mo Dongxu took control swiftly and smoothly, subduing the man in a matter of moments. Onlookers began to applaud; Su Liunuan was still visibly shaken from the ordeal, but she was relieved that it was over, otherwise, she might have ended up being another soul lost under the blade.
Just then, a helpful citizen brought the patrolling police officer from the street corner over. Mo Dongxu handed the situation over to the police. But after such an ordeal, Su Liunuan’s entire body felt weak and powerless.
Mo Dongxu was about to leave when his sharp eagle-like eyes settled upon Su Liunuan, who looked familiar. He paused, asking, "Ma'am, are you alright?"
Su Liunuan shook her head, her slender face was frightfully pale.
"Thank you, I'm fine."
But not a second after she finished her sentence, she suddenly collapsed.
Mo Dongxu swiftly picked up and carried Su Liuwan sideways in his arms, rushing towards his Knight 15. Her head hung as if void of sensations, swaying with his hurried steps. The three thousand soft strands of her hair fell down, revealing her smooth neck.
Suddenly, a scar on her clean nape stood out so prominently. It was a pink mark shaped like a shell. Mo Dongxu's body jolted, a surge of elation flashing through his heart. Was it really her?!
Were fate’s threads really woven so fortuitously?! Mo Dongxu was overwhelmed with emotion. After so many years of searching for her, he had finally found her.
Settling into the back seat of the car, Mo Dongxu was reluctant to release Su Liuwan. He commanded in a cold voice, "Xie Yang! Drive to The People’s Hospital."
He was none other than Mo Dongxu, the commander of the third military district of Huaxia. Mo Dongxu asked the driver to speed towards The People’s Hospital while he held Su Liuwan all along the way, unable to even blink, let alone take his eyes off her.
Liuwan, I’ve finally found you! A hint of softness emerged on Mo Dongxu's determined face.
He gently touched the shell-shaped scar on the back of her neck. The origin of the wound indeed had a connection with a shell. They were only six or seven years old at that time and were roasting shells behind their house. In a spontaneous moment, he vowed that he would give her a shell imprint. He directly pressed the heated shell onto the back of her neck, leaving such a scar. She cried from the pain, and he too got beaten by the adults. To console her back then, he said, “Liuwan, don’t cry, I promise I’ll marry you when we grow up!”